I shook my head and grinned. Auron really was a weirdo. I wouldn't have been surprised if he was a killer at one time in his life. I guess that's what the scar on his face came from. "Yeah. I'll make sure to watch out." I told him. "Gotta go. Bye, Uncle Auron." We shook hands (He's weird about hugging like a normal relative) and I left through our five layers of front doors.
I hopped down the front steps like I always did. I felt so superior whenever I did, especially when someone was watching. The neighborhood was surprisingly unactive this morning. Only a few kids passed by here and there, a few nodding to me saying "S'up?" I did meet a few kids over the summer, both me and Sora. We hung out a couple times with Hayner, the kid who lives down the street. His gang seemed pretty decent. My mom approved of them anyway.
I walked down the street, my hand on my bag. It was really heavy, mom packed it all the way to the top. She didn't know what I'd need this year since they never sent home supply lists, or so Hayner says. The sky was clear of all clouds, and the sun shone blindingly bright. A rush of excitement filled me - today was going to be a good day. I was hoping for it. Behind me, I heard the jingling of chains. A familiar clanging noise.
"H-hey Roxas! Wait up." Sora was behind me, panting like a fat kid who ran a mile. "Sorry I was late, I forgot my bag and mom gave me a big lecture." I kept myself from laughing. It was too much to hold in, especially when mom lectured Sora instead and not me. "I hate when she does that." I told him, half sympathetically. "She needs to calm down for once." Sora nodded and grinned widely.
"Hey, can I see your schedule?" He asked. I shrugged and reached into my pocket. "Here." He took it from me and scanned mine and his side by side. "We both have gym together. And lunch too." I would have hated to admit it, but I was actually glad to have a few classes with the kid. This way, I wouldn't be as lost. "Who's your gym teacher?" I asked him. "Uhh... Mr. S. That's all it says."
"I have him too. I think there are two gym teachers, though. I'm not really sure." I informed him. The school was coming into sight. That was pretty quick. "Hey!" We heard a girly yell from across the street. It was Olette, and she was with Pence and Hayner. "Hey you guys!" Sora shouted back. I gave a little wave and smiled. The group traveled over to us. "You guys are up early." said Olette. I shrugged. "Mom would've kicked us outside in our boxers if we didn't leave the house in time." I told her, exaggerating of course.
Olette giggled. Pence had actually taken me seriously. "Are you serious? Isn't that against the law?" He eyes widened in horror. Hayner smacked him across the head. Ouch. "You couldn't sense sarcasm even if it kicked you in the nuts." I laughed. Now that was a good one. "You okay, man?" asked Sora sympathetically. I rolled my eyes. What a stupid wimp.
We now entered school grounds. There were a lot of kids bunched up in several groups. There were a lot of cute girls, too. I already saw a girl dressed in all white. I have to admit, she was pretty hot. I looked over at Sora, who was looking wide-eyed over towards a group of goth kids. One of them with silver hair and bright green eyes called him over silently. I pretended I didn't notice. They looked like a group of knife-fighters, so I didn't want to mess around. The only training I've ever had in fighting skills was karate in the fifth grade.
"I gotta go, guys." Sora said quickly. He then ran off. I had to admit it, he fit in pretty good with how they dressed. They all wore black Tripp pants, but Sora also wore red, so he stood out. I would've been a total reject in that crowd... I usually wore blue. Sometimes I wore black, but it was so hot outside I baked like a turkey.
As I glanced over at Sora, I shivered. I sure hoped he wouldn't have joined them. He probably would've sent some of them after me if I refused to follow his orders... he's pure evil! This was probably going to be a bad year after all... why did I always do that? I always assumed something was going to be bad before it even happened. I was a complete pessimist... getting wrapped up in my own insecurity.
"C'mon Roxas." Olette said to me, grabbing my arm. She was practically dragging me, but I didn't really mind. We all went to the front of the school, and sat beneath a tree. A couple of kids in front of us were playing hacky sack, and some were talking about thier summer. Pence and Hayner were now arguing about some stupid video game they played after school, and Olette just stared ahead.
"What's up?" I finally asked her. She looked over at me and blushed a little. "Nothing. Just thinking." I shook my head and smiled. We then feel silent again, a kind of awkward silent. "Can I see your schedule?" She asked me. I was happy she broke the silence, but at this rate of people asking, I wouldn't have a schedule tomorrow...
After me and Hayner exchanged schedules, the bell finally rang. It was now time to find my locker. I didn't know anything about this school, not even where the main office was. I ran around, poking my head through hallways like a chicken without a head. Eventually, I had to ask for help. I ran into the nearest classroom, and found tall blond guy with another man. He had long silver hair and was dressed in black Dickies and a loose white shirt. There was something about this guy that made me feel a little awkward. Probably because of the way he was staring at me, like I had six heads or something.
The blond guy probably was a senior, but the silver haired man was definitely a teacher. He continued to glare at me, with those icy eyes. Blondie was no different. Whatever. I didn't have time to be intimidated. "Can I help you?" The teacher asked me. "Uhh... where is room 255?" I asked stupidly. I felt really low. I guess it's something teachers at this school do to you if you're new and all.
"I'm not exactly sure." he replied. My eyes widened. The bell was going to ring soon! I didn't have time for this. "It's on the left side of the second floor." The blond guy told me, finally. I began to nod, but then decided to play it cool. I made a small wave and said, "Thanks" and took off. I was sure glad that was over. Now... left side, second floor...
I finally made it. This wasn't all that bad - if it weren't for all the stupid crowds of idiots. They just kept pushing me into lockers, and banging my elbow. C'mon. I'm new, but it's not like I didn't fit in. And the school was pretty big, so how would they notice? I could've been like... a shut in all these years, locking myself in Chess Club or something stupid like that. Okay.. I now reached room 250. Another door and... there it was.
I entered the classroom, and looked at my new science teacher. I peered at my schedule for first period. 'Mr. Ansem' it said, but I never remembered reading it. "Welcome." said a strong voice. A man with a blond beard and hair smiled a little. "Please, take a seat." he told me and a few other students. I looked over at a desk, and there were little strips of paper with students' names on them. "Assigned seats? Ugh." I heard a student complain. I didn't care, since I didn't know anybody. I looked over towards the middle, where about one of the only seats left were empty. The paper said my name, but when I looked down, a pair of feet were all over my desk!
"Heeeey there." a voice said. Some guy from the goth crowd had his arms behind his head, looking as if he entered heaven or something. I waved at him nervously. "You know," he continued. "My feet are just aching." He reached over his own desk and caressed his feet. Surprisingly, he took off his socks! He looked over at me and smirked. His bright red hair and green eyes irritated me for a second. I just wanted to sit down unnoticed...
"I told my mom not to buy me any nylon socks. They make my feet all funky. One time, I like, grew blisters on my feet." he then looked away from me, and rubbed his feet again. This guy was a wacko. A complete wacko. "Oh yeah, and then there was that time at Demyx's house. They itched like bitches. He almost shanked me with his guitar because I wouldn't stop scratching. Talk about touchy. Don't even get me started on polyester." By now, the whole class stared at me and this guy, and I had an uneasy feeling crawl into my stomach.
"Why is everyone looking at me?" He asked, looking around the room. They all smiled. One girl even laughed. Class clown, I suppose. It didn't matter; I just wanted to sit down! "Okay, okay." he started, like he could read my mind, "You can have your seat back. But not until you say the magic word." I sighed. This wasn't how I liked to start a school year. Where was the bell? It still hadn't rung! And Mr. Ansem was in his own stupid little world.
"Uhhh... socks?" I began his game in desperation. "Nuh-uh!" he replied, and then poked my leg. That just made me angry, but I knew I needed to keep my cool if I ever wanted to fit in. "Itchy feet? Shanking? Guitar? You're the best?" His smirk stretched even wider, as if he were getting pleasure from all of this. "Hmm. No, no, no, and - I'm sorry - that's a no." he replied, making a list of it all with his fingers. A visual aid. That's just dandy. I heard a couple of kids laugh along with him. Really, I didn't find it all that amusing. Just as I was about to bust out in yelling, the bell finally rang. Thank you lord!
Mr. Ansem finally snapped out of his paperwork. "Okay, everyone in their seats." The guy finally took his feet off the desk. He now sighed. "Too bad. You didn't get it right." I brushed my seat off with my book bag (just in case his feet had disease!) and sat down quickly. I adjusted myself, and took out my science materials. I then felt someone poke me. It was him. "By the way, the magic word was sexy, because you're one damn fine piece of work!"